He had lost her! She would never look at him any more with shy adoration in her brown eyes. They might have been so happy, but it was too late now.
And the memory came to torture him of how Feathers had saved her 255 life! Perhaps she had begun to love him then! If so, how could he blame her for caring! Feathers was one in a thousand, with a heart of gold. Feathers would make her happy where he had failed so miserably.
The room seemed suddenly unbearably suffocating, and he went out again into the street.
He walked about all night, until wearied out, he turned back home and flung himself, dressed as he was, on the bed.
CHAPTER XX
"First will I pray, do Thou
Who ownest the Soul
Yet wilt grant control
To another, nor disallow